A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

nadiyon se dhanwan

वेदों के मंत्रों से गुंजित स्वर जिसक�

One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wro

isi pal ke liye

Khokar apne aap ko Kya Koi door jaa paya hai,

Jhuthe naam ke khatir khud ko bhulaya hai

TUMSE ISHQ KARNA SIKHA HAI

मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ�

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

A Veteran’s Day Prayer
Dear Lord,
Today we honor our veterans,
worthy men and women
who gave their best
when th

Looking For Eternal Love

I start my journey on having faith

That someday I'll find my day

I know this day

zamane ne mujhe chot di hai

मेरी तस्वीर अपने साथ लेना

अभी हाल�

ESA DIN NA AY TUMHARE BAGAIR REHNE KA

इश्क़ किया है तुमसे तुम्हारी इबादत की